Yitirmeden

Pinhani - Yitirmeden

An old song that makes me think every time I listen.

Would you have time to sit and think?
You don't understand before you lose them
Your loved ones are at the end of the road.
Hug that person at every chance,
Instead of crying after they're gone.
Won't bring them back no matter how much you cry.
Maybe they're standing by you,
Your mom and dad, as much as they can,
Even your (older) brother's 47.

Life is like a black box
It opens for everyone when the day comes
But if you ask, it's always too late.

Don't think our good days are over
Maybe we'll never have any better.
But every day is beautiful still,
It's obvious it's hard to stay close
Always easiest to stay far.
But the hardest is to be alone

Maybe your first lover's sleeping
Next to you, on your left side
Every memory is hung on your wall

Life is like a black box
It opens for everyone when the day comes
But if you ask, it's always too late.

Maybe your first lover's sleeping
Next to you, on your left side
Every memory is hung on your wall

Life is like a black box
It opens for everyone when the day comes
But if you ask, it's always too late.

Harita

"Cok zaman once, henuz gencken ve anilarim tazeyken, onun hakkinda yazmayi bir kac kez denedim. Ama tek bir satir bile yazamadim. Biliyordum, ilk satiri yazabilsem gerisi kendiliginden gelecekti, ama basaramiyordum bu ilk satiri yazmayi. Her sey fazlasiyla belirgindi, acikti ve nereden baslayacagimi bilmiyordum. Nasil bir harita, asiri ayrintili oldugunda pek ise yaramazsa, oyleydi iste. Ama simdi biliyorum ki, ancak ve ancak eksik kalmis dusunceler ve anilar, yazinin mukemmel olmayan teknesine dolusabilir. Naoko'yla ilgili anilarim her gecen gun biraz daha silindikce, onu gitgide daha iyi anliyorum. Simdi artik neden benden onu unutmami istedigini biliyorum. Kuskusuz bunu Naoko da biliyordu. Onun bende kalan anisinin er yada gec silinecegini. Iste tam da bu yuzden onu unutmamam icin yalvarmis ve onun var oldugunu hep hatirlamami istemisti."

H. Murakimi, Norwegian woods